I could understand his peculiar reluctance to come later if he had neuropathy in his feet, or if he had to cross some of the old US Routes that still have killer traffic, or if he lives in one of those states in which one Does Not Walk, but none of those sounds like the case. Perhaps he has mistaken you for the Apple store.

wtf?! Mr. Pancake is too nice a moniker for him. You've got an awful lot of patients who take themselves way too seriously. I wonder if he's aware there's a world outside himself and that it doesn't revolve around him?

I don't get it. There must be several grumpyposts per day. Are you delving into history, so the posts will eventually slow to a trickle, say one a week, or do you really get several weird things every day?

As a former medical secretary who literally, truly lost control of her sanity because of the pressures of the job...it's so true and it happens a bajillion times a day. Thank dog I'm collecting unemployment.

Welcome to my whining!

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